Zachary Hart was a fisherman at Fellow Bay in Chicago. His friends called him Hartless, that is, if he had any friends. He was a great man with a rod but a bad person with everything else. His rod was a whip, slashing through the air. His rod, was a friend to him, a long lived childhood friend. His beard like a patch of fur on a fur less sheep. He didn’t care less about his appearance, neither did he care about everything beside his one goal- to slaughter and hook up a pike. He’s caught bass, suckers, walleyes and all that call home at Fellow Bay beside the pike. The pike slaughtered all that was in his way, like him. He was a beast, and so was the pike. They were enemies, but friends at the same time. That’s how all his relationship worked. Except whenever he was in...